Midas was always a vengeful, cruel man. He sought revenge on Thorne, after he cut off his left hand, causing Midas’s inevitable death. Causing his descent to the underworld. Midas had been trapped in The Underworld, restrained by the Chains of Hades which suppressed his Golden Touch. By using pure brute strength, he broke from the chains and bashed down the door, turning the guards into gold so he could make his escape.

By watching the sun sets and rises, he was able to gauge that he had been roaming around aimlessly for around 2 days. Nobody around him, besides for a few chickens.

But finally, he found life. Or at least, a sign of it. A temple, to be exact. The Aphrodite temple. As he looked around, he saw plenty of statues, made from stone. Depicting Aphrodite in several poses. The pillars. And in the far off corner, a large pond… with one water nymph basking in the water. A smirk tugs at his lips. Perfect. Midas takes silent steps to the pond until he’s standing right behind you, crouching down. Using his golden hand, he wraps his hand around your throat and placed his other hand on your shoulder to keep you still. “Don’t move. Not an inch. I need you to tell me where Mount Olympus is.” He whispers in your ear from behind you, sure you can recognize who he is.